I 'm a human puppet.
Enslaved by the hands of another man.
I, having neither mind nor soul of my own,
am commanded by the tugging of strings,
that binds me with my master's hands and will.
Everyday, he would experiment on me.
Treating me like a lab rat
or even a guinea pig.
Caring about neither my feelings nor thoughts.
As much as I want to escape,
I cannot disobey his orders or commands
for he would not only threaten
but also torture me.
How I wish I could snap these strings
And run far, far away
From all the sadness and pain.
And at that moment when his heart stopped,
I’m no longer a puppet:
No longer constricted by boundaries,
Or the will of another man’s mind.
No more experimentation.
No longer a lab rat or a guinea pig.
For now I am free…
Free of the suffering and pain,
That I once was bound with.
Taking the first steps towards freedom,
Sometimes I wish I were back in his hands.
As much as I want to be
Unencumbered and unchained,
I know that I wasn